My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1482 | 2021-02-05 05:31:20 | 63.50 | 96.3% |
| 993 | 2020-10-17 20:32:17 | 49.40 | 97% |